Charlie sat inside the carriage where his brother was supposed to travel, cloaked in a heavy cape.

No one was supposed to know that Azura was supervising this convoy—or at least that was how it should have been.

But with a spy on the loose, it was obvious this journey wouldn’t go smoothly.

The long supply caravan was making its way through a narrow path deep within a canyon.

The towering cliffs flanked the closed carriages and the guards riding horseback to protect the cargo.

The leader of the